C7

Mo Yan pushed open the door. He was stunned for a moment when he saw this scene. His gaze landed on Shen Zhi Xia, and then flashed past.

"What is he doing?" There was a signature evil smile on his lips, "What, you knew that this was my first day back home, so you specially arranged a big show for me?"

Seeing Mo Yan walk in, someone immediately stood up and laughed: "Young Master Mo, you've come at just the right time, just in time for this show."

"Did you see that? This waiter accidentally overturned the wine and couldn't afford it. Song Heng said that as long as she kissed him or slipped under his crotch, he would help her pay the money. She's already preparing to crawl out."

"Oh?" Mo Yan raised his eyebrows, "Don't we have the choice to kiss? "Why don't you kiss me?"

Before waiting for an answer, Mo Yan laughed, "Could it be because Young Master Song is not good-looking and this young lady can't eat it? "Then look at me. What about me?"

As Mo Yan said this, he pulled Shen Zhixia into his arms, lowered his head and kissed under the crowd's gaze.

"WOW!"

Everyone in the room was in an uproar.

Ji Liangchuan, who was sitting on the high-end sofa, suddenly stood up. His temples were throbbing and his heart felt like it was on fire.

Shen Zhi Xia was even more surprised, and also did not expect that after being kissed, Mo Yan would dubiously wipe her wet lips with his finger, and laughed: "Why don't you even know how to breathe? Haven't you seen a man before? "

Boom!

Ji Lianchuan felt as if he was about to explode!

As for Shen Zhixia, he felt dizzy from the kiss and his mind went blank. Before he could say anything, Mo Yan had already taken out a cheque and wrote a huge sum of money.

"Alright, I'll pay for the wine."

Mo Yan smiled as he threw the cheque at Song Heng. Then, without saying anything, he left the room with Shen Zhixia in his hands.

Song Heng was stunned for a moment as he held the cheque and looked at Ji Lianchuan.

Who would have thought that the red wine cup in Ji Liangchuan's hand would be broken into two by him. He opened his palm and pieces of the wine cup fell to the ground.

"Young Master Ji …"

Song Heng immediately walked over, but before he could react, Ji Lianchuan suddenly kicked him out.

"Ah …" Song Heng cried out and fell to the ground.

Ji Liangchuan looked down from above, his leather shoes were gradually pushing him away as he enunciated each word forcefully, "My people are not meant for anyone else to torture them."

He hated Shen Zhixia!

The pain he felt from this woman was enough to crush his bones into ashes, but even if he wanted her to die, she would die by his hands.

"Spare me, Young Master Ji, spare me …" Song Heng finally realized what he had done wrong and immediately started begging for mercy.

"You'd better treasure this last round, because from today onwards, the Song Family will be finished!"

Finishing his words, Ji Lianchuan bent down to pick up his suit from the sofa and left the private box.

Shen Zhixia was dragged out of the private room and into the car by Mo Yan. Before she could react to this series of events, she had already been brought to the hospital.

"You …" Shen Zhi Xia panicked, "What did you bring me here for?"

Mo Yan raised his eyebrows and didn't say anything. He just brought her to the elevator as usual and pressed her down in front of the female doctor, "She accidentally fell down, help her see if it's serious or not."

Shen Zhi Xia looked at him in surprise. How did he know … She fell.

"When I was young, I fell over. My clothes were exactly the same as yours, and I was beaten up by my mother." As if he could see what she was thinking, Mo Yan explained in an evil tone.

Shen Zhi Xia then looked down at his work clothes, which were full of stains.

The doctor came over to check her body, but as soon as he touched her back, she couldn't help but grunt in pain.

The doctor looked at her as if he had realized something. He picked up a pair of scissors and slightly cut open the clothes on her back. The moment he saw the wound, he sucked in a breath of cold air.